That was actually true, as it had turned out. I should have listened to her advice to begin with.
As soon as Ricky got back, the two of us headed to the bedroom where I already had everything set up. I ordered him to strip himself bare and to lie down on the bed. He did as I instructed and I promptly tied him up.
Now it was time to torture him with exquisite lovemaking. That was something I had become really good at.
“Ah, yes. I’ve missed this… baby, I’m not sure I can handle being tied up. I want you too badly this time. It’s been a month.”
“That is precisely why I have tied you up. I want to be able to control how much of this you really get. This way I can make sure that you aren’t planning to blow your load too soon. I can remain in control of it all.”
“That sounds devious,” Ricky laughed.
I pulled out the whip from my bag and struck him across the legs with it. He flinched and laughed with it. “Wow, that’s impressive.”
Oh, he thought we were playing games. That was cute. I placed my face right next to his and kissed him hard on the mouth, biting his lip at the end to prove a point. “This is not a game. I will have you begging for mercy when I’m done with you.”
“Oh, that sounds good,” Ricky said. “Pleasure me baby…”
I ignored his pleas and focused on the task at hand. Standing in front of him, I took a good look at his hard, growing member. It was growing right in front of my eyes, but I thought I might give it a little hand anyway. I bent down and took a good sniff of his package. It smelled delicious. I’d missed his sweet, masculine scent so much while I’d been away. This was another great reason to never leave again.
I grabbed him in my hands, massaging his dick slowly, making sure I hit all the sweet spots and gauging his response to my touch. He grew harder and thicker in my hand, his big, throbbing piece sliding in and out of my grip. I squeezed it hard, trying to make him cry out in agony, but all I got in return were moans of sweet pleasure.
“Have you been playing with this in my absence?” I asked.
Ricky smiled. “No way.”
I squeezed him harder, really getting into the role. “I asked you a question. Have you been playing with this in my absence?”
Ricky thought a second before answering. Then he finally murmured a “Maybe.”
I clicked my teeth together and grabbed the whip again. This time I slapped the whip across the bottom of his sack fairly hard. Ricky cried out in a bit of pain, wincing but trying not to laugh at the same time. He was enjoying this little slice of humiliation. I wasn’t sure that was really what I was going for here. It took away from my mistress dominatrix fun if I couldn’t make Ricky squirm and scream. I’d wanted to get into this type of role playing for a while, but Ricky had never seemed that into it. And now he was trying to make fun of it. That naughty boy would have to be taught a lesson.
And I was just the person to teach him.
I picked up his shaft once again and I laid it flat against his stomach while my other hand cupped his balls. He was now getting apprehensive, wondering exactly what I was going to do to his precious marbles. I held them for a few seconds, shifting them from one finger to another. They felt sweet and soft in my hands. I knew that I could have crushed this man so easily right then and there. But I didn’t. I loved watching him fear, watching him squirm, and most of all, I loved watching him come.
“What do you want me to do with this?” I asked. “What shall I do with this cock, right here?”
“Baby, take it in your mouth,” Ricky pleaded. “Oh, yes… please…”
I was actually about to do that anyway, but the fact that he was asking me to do it made me second guess this decision. I couldn’t very well have my sex slave making demands. I squeezed his member again and then began to rub it up and down, sliding my fingers along his thick shaft. He was getting hard as could be. I watched his sweet length extend and wobble back and forth as his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Oh, shit,” Ricky moaned. “That is so good, babe.”
I loved to please him. All of this was about the pleasure that the two of us got from each other. We’d both missed it so much. The longer I was back, the more I had to scratch my head to wonder why I’d been so desperate to leave and start something so foolhardy. I really didn’t understand it myself. But I was back now, and I knew that I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
“You like that?” I asked, teasing him.
He smiled and grunted in return. I sniffed his manhood once again, and then let his long shaft slip between my lips. I waited for my mind to wrap around the fact that I had this amazing, beautiful appendage in my mouth. I covered it quickly with as much saliva as possible and began the sweet job of sucking it hard. I loved the way he felt in my mouth. I loved the taste, the slurping sounds, the way it felt going in and out, and the idea that I had so much power over his pleasure or pain with just whatever I had chosen to do with my mouth. It was so intoxicating.
“Fuck… that’s so good…” Ricky said.
I had a feeling he was about to blow his load soon. I wasn’t sure how many days he’d been building up that orgasm without taking care of himself. I wanted every drop of it for myself. There would not be one drop wasted. I would see to that.
I plopped his member out of my mouth and quickly straddled on top of him. He was there now, all mine. I could do whatever I wanted to him. Watching him so helplessly tied up was a real head rush for me. I felt a sweet surge of lust rocketing through my body.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked.
“Yes. Oh, please…”
I smiled and slowly lowered myself onto his thick girth. Oh, it was so tight. I had not been with him for over a month and in that time it seemed that my body had forgotten exactly how large he was. That was fine. It was awesome. It almost felt like the very first time, but more fun since I was in charge now.
I steadied myself on top of him, using his shoulders to rest my hands on. His sweet muscular chest was also right below me. My eyes were fixated on those muscles and the way they were twitching. They were covered in sweat already. I loved how turned on I was able to get him. With just a bit of foreplay, his entire body was squirming with lust.
He felt so good inside of me. He was filling me up completely and I couldn’t believe I had gone six weeks without this. No way. This was too good to ever give up. I needed this several times a week. I’d become addicted to Ricky’s touch. The way he felt inside of me made me feel whole again for the very first time. I was complete now.
My body was on fire with my passion for him. I bucked my hips up and down as fast as I could now. I was so ready to blow that I could hardly control myself and stay upright. My body kept trying to fall to the side, but there was no way I was going to give up this experience. I was all in and I was going to drain every single drop of salty seed out of Ricky. That was my vow to myself and to him right then.
“Oh, baby, I’m gonna come…” Ricky moaned. His face was filled with tension. His body was quivering all over and I could feel him getting bigger, and harder inside of me. I was ready for it.
“Go for it!” I had to have him right then.
I grinded my hips even harder and waited for the blast. It came a moment later. My body accepted it gladly as I held on for dear life under the onslaught of Ricky’s wild hip bucking, driving his hard member deeply into me. It stretched me, it fulfilled me and it made me think that I was the most amazing, special person in the world and I deserved every single bit of pleasure that was coming to me.
I felt my body shivering with anticipation as my own orgasm came sliding into me hard, right behind Ricky’s. It hardly ever failed. His orgasm would set mine off almost all the time. This was the beautiful way we reciprocated each other.
As I finished my climax, and I stared deeply into his eyes, I knew that this was where I belonged. This was where I should have been all along. It had been foolish to go off to school on a whim that way, but it was
an experience and it solidified something for me. It helped finish a chapter in the story of my life, so I would never discount it for what it really was. It basically taught me how to not be an artist and how to make sure that I never treated anyone like that ever again.
I slumped down resting on Ricky’s chest. I waited a few seconds before I untied him. He laughed as I did so and wrapped his arms around me, curling me into a warm embrace. I’d been dreaming of this ever since I left.
And now that I had it back, I was determined to never make that mistake again. I’d been so blind, so naïve. I had what I truly wanted out of life. And now that I did, everything else would soon fall into place.
Chapter Thirty
Ricky
“Are you sure this is the right one?” I asked. “I really kind of like the other one better. I think it represents Julie more.”
Becky stared at me like I was a lunatic and rolled her eyes. “You brought me here because you wanted my opinion, and then when I give it, you decide that you don’t want it. Make up your mind, will you?”
She was right. I’d asked Becky to come along to the jewelry store to help me pick out the perfect engagement ring for Julie. I was finally going to do it. I’d thought about this decision almost non-stop for the past week since Julie had come back home and I knew that it was the right time. If I didn’t do it now, then I might never do it. The timing was crucial. But I’ve always been clueless when it comes to jewelry. So, I asked Becky to come along to help me out. So far we had looked at five different rings and while all of them were nice, none of them really struck gold in my eyes. I wanted the ring to be perfect.
“Ok, I guess I will trust your judgement,” I said. “But I would love to browse some more before I make my final decision.”
“Alright, I’m not sure you are going to find anything better. You are overthinking this.”
“I should be overthinking,” I said. “This is the biggest day of my life. I’m going to propose to the woman I love.”
Becky smiled. She rubbed my shoulder warmly. “Are you getting nervous?”
I laughed. “Actually, yes. This is a big deal. It’s a very big deal and for some reason I’m scared that I’m going to fumble it up. I fight fires for a living but asking a question has me scared out of my mind. Can someone explain this to me?”
“You are doing fine,” Becky said. “You just have to breathe. This is all going to work out for the both of you. There is no way that Julie would say no to you. She loves you. I know she wants to be with you always. You’ve talked about marriage with her before?”
“Some, in passing,” I said. “But we’ve never really made any definite plans. I’m just worried that she is going to feel trapped again and this might cause her to bolt and go back to school, or decide that she has to go on the road to follow something else. I’ve been thinking a lot that maybe before I was smothering her too close and I scared her away. I don’t want to do that again.”
“That’s not what happened,” Becky said. “You didn’t scare her away. She just wanted to do something for her. And she is back now. That had nothing to do with you, but coming back had a lot to do with you.”
“Yeah. And she apparently hated school. We’ve talked a bit and she said that place made her feel worthless. I hope this doesn’t undermine her confidence until she now doesn’t want to pursue her art. She is way too good to not be pursuing her dream. And I want to make sure she knows I’m behind her a hundred percent no matter what she wants to do.”
“She knows,” Becky said. “She knows.”
“I’m glad you are on the same wavelength with her, because sometimes I feel that I don’t really know what is going on inside of her head.”
“Julie is that type of woman. She is headstrong and doesn’t always share her feelings, especially with those closest to her.”
“I’m learning that, but sometimes that’s the thing that drives me crazy,” I said with a chuckle. I loved Julie so much and talking about her with Becky definitely helped put my mind at ease about a lot of things. She’d become kind of the primary confidant for both Julie and myself. She was a great friend to have.
“Ok, so you are going with this one?” Becky asked holding up the last ring we’d looked at. I had to admit that even in the light of the store that it did look really great. I tried to imagine it on Julie’s finger. It would match her very well, actually. Becky knew her stuff. I wasn’t sure why I’d second guessed her. It was a nasty little habit I was getting myself into.
We left the store and I said goodbye to Becky. She was going to pick up her kids from school to take them shopping for some new swimwear. The summer was about to begin. I could hardly believe that it was the last week of school. Zoe would be having a blast this summer. She would mostly hang out with Stephanie while Julie worked on her art all summer, but if Zoe really needed her, Julie would be there. Stephanie’s mother had already promised Zoe that she could come over and swim in their pool whenever she wanted. That was great for Zoe. She had made a great friend and she seemed way happier for it.
When I got back home, Julie was working on a painting. It was the same one she’d been working on at six that morning when I’d gone to work. I had only put in a half day at work, leaving the afternoon free to hang out with Becky and shop for the perfect ring, which I now felt I had. Now I just had to put everything in motion for the perfect proposal. I was getting giddy with glee thinking about all of the ideas that I had. I hoped Julie liked them. The proposal was something she should remember for the rest of her life. It had to be out of this world and spectacular.
“Hey, honey,” I said.
Julie stepped back from her painting and kissed me. “Hey sweetie. How was your day?”
“Good. Zoe not back yet?”
“No. I guess she is having fun at Stephanie’s. They haven’t called me to come and pick her up yet.”
“Oh, that’s cool,” I said. “Wow, this is impressive work, babe.”
I walked over to inspect the painting. It was beautiful. It was an image of a young woman stepping off a train and two male strangers rushing to her aid. It became apparent that one of the men was after her heart, while the other man was after her wallet. The details weren’t quite filled in yet, but the outline of the painting was mostly done. I loved to watch Julie work.
“Thanks,” Julie said. She grabbed a beer from the fridge and took a long swig. I could see she was tired. Doing creative work like that all day will exhaust your mind. And it was fun coming home to see Julie’s eyes totally exhausted from a day well spent in front of the canvas and her paints. This was spectacular. And I could tell that she was happy and very content.
“What do you want to do for dinner? Want me to order a pizza?” I asked.
Julie wrinkled her nose. “Pizza? Again?”
“Yeah, it’s good, cheap, and they deliver. What’s the problem? You aren’t going to tell me that you don’t like pizza, are you?”
“Pizza is fine, but not every single day. Can’t we get some Chinese takeout?”
“Sure, we can do that. I’ve got no problem with Chinese food. You know that. Well, the only problem is I’m going to be hungry like two hours later, but that’s fine. I can snack.”
“You need to start watching that little belly,” Julie said.
I looked down at my midsection and laughed. Julie was messing with me. Since she’d been working so much, she didn’t have time to cook, so we were eating mostly takeout foods. And that was not necessarily the healthiest options. I had to stay lean as a firefighter, but due to all the training I still did and all of the years of training thus far, I still possessed a high metabolism.
“You are on crack,” I said. “You are the one getting a little pudge on your belly, which I am not complaining about. I love that you are getting that little extra padding. It’s very sexy.”
Julie stared at me in shock. “I can’t believe you just said that to me.” She couldn’t keep the laughter out of her voice.
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“Well, you had to go there. Sorry, if you can’t take the heat.”
I walked away feeling like I was on top of the world.
Chapter Thirty-One
Julie
A few days later…
The waiter finished the final touches of the dessert and then removed our wine bottle from the table. I was surprised we’d already gone through an entire bottle. I was hoping that Ricky would order another, but instead he was keeping his eyes fixed on me. I couldn’t really blame him. I looked so hot tonight.
Ricky told me that we were going someplace special and that I should dress to the tops. That was one of his favorite expressions, but I had no idea where he got it from. It sounded old, but not too old. His parents, maybe? But I’d never heard of my parents saying that expression either.
“This looks delicious,” Ricky said. I could see the excitement in his eyes as he scooped a big glob of his dessert into his mouth. He began to moan. “Wow, this is sweet…oh, so sweet. Yes. This was the best choice of dessert.”
I laughed at his assessment. I wasn’t sure, but he was acting like he might have drunk too much wine. I was amazed we’d been able to get a table at La Reover, one of the most popular restaurants on our side of the city. I’d only been there once before and I was blown away by it.
The atmosphere was gorgeous. There were violinists who would casually walk around and play sweet melodies for you. There were celebrities who would stop by every so often. The food was amazing, and the wait staff was so professional and courteous.
“So, what are we celebrating?” I asked. “My triumphant return?”
Ricky laughed. “Sure, we can celebrate that.”
“But seriously, why did you decide to plan this wonderful evening out? I know this place costs a fortune.”
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